Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Advanced dad training

By Hobo Hudson

As my readers know, I have been very successful in training Dad in the proper implementation of all the basic commands such as: give me a treat, keep records of my bone market investments, do the work my farm requires, etc.

A few days ago, I had Dad outside on my sun deck throwing peanuts to my squirrel friends while I sat and watched them scamper to collect them and then run for their old oak tree. One particular squirrel, braver than the others, began edging closer and closer to Dad.  Dad’s muscles were all atremble, and I could tell that he was just itching to grab that squirrel and throw him in the stewpot. I began barking at Dad in a low, soothing voice to stay calm as the squirrel inched closer and closer while eying the peanut in Dad’s hand.

About the time the squirrel reached Dad’s foot, I heard a whistling noise coming from behind me and peeked over my shoulder. I saw a strange bird sitting on the sun deck railing and asked Dad what kind of bird it was. Dad turned his head sideways to look at the bird but must have felt a tugging on the peanut he was holding in his hand because he jerked his head back forward and looked down. I saw Dad’s eyes open widely as he realized that the squirrel had climbed his pant leg and was busily trying to get the peanut out of his hand. Caught off guard, Dad let go of the peanut, and the squirrel scampered off to his oak tree with his prize.

Dad was so enthused by what had happened that he rushed to tell Mom about it.  The only problem was that he told Mom that he had taught ME to sit and not chase the squirrels while it was actually I teaching HIM not to try to grab one for his stewpot.







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About Hobo


This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.

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